Poetic T Aug 2014

Insanity
                               Is
Leaving
                                                      The
            Latch
Swigging

                                                               ­          Inside
           Your


Minds
                                                         Door.....

Ashley Somebody Apr 2014

"Are windows open?"
Said he, "I'm cold."
"Only the windows,"
Said I, "of your soul."

Commuter Poet Dec 2014

Can I be grateful…truly?
Can I open my heart…fully?
Can I connect…deeply?
Can I be me…absolutely?
Daily life, daily life, daily life
Dawn and dusk
Sunrise, sunset
Sun and rain
Waking and sleeping
Making and unmaking
Ever turning
In a sea of change

Written 13th June 2014

The night is young
& full of rest
I can’t describe the
way she’s dress’d
She’ll pander to some strange
requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest

Madhurima Sep 2014

Dear society,

Stop trying to sober us up.
We’re young and bright
and beautiful and loud.
We will light up every
corner of every room
and still shine brighter
than the sun.

Stop telling us to cover up.
We will wear little black dresses
and bright red lipsticks,
leave lip-stains all over
your precious little world
and look so good doing it
that you’ll have to look away.

Stop telling us to slow down.
We live and love with so much
power and strength that we
cannot stop for you
or anyone, for that matter.
Every day is our day
and the world, our oyster.

Stop telling us we’re useless.
One day, we’re going to run the world
for you; going to be soldiers, doctors
writers, artists, speakers of the truth
and the truth is that we’re alive
and strong and here, and
you cannot control us.

From impatient, beautiful, and exuberant young girls everywhere.

Caitlin Drew Nov 2012

You'll love her with all your skin, tongue and lungs.
The way that the air is just so much more crisp whenever she's in proximity to your hands.
It turns the scattered dust in the atmosphere into magnifying glasses
Aimed directly at her
Spotlighting everything you wish you could put into words but can't
Because she's just too fucking unbelievable
That even if you tried, you would offend yourself and the gods with how little it compares to
The love she makes you feel in reality.

You would do everything for her.
Hold her until your bones start to crack
So that she'll understand just what you mean
When you tell her that you'll never let her go.
But she still doesn't get it.
She'll never understand that when you tell her that you want nothing more
Than to let your dust be her dust, her words to be in your cheeks
Her nose to be your daughters nose
You mean that you want nothing more than to keep her forever.

But you never will.
Because you never stood a chance.
You thought that by giving your whole self over to her she would offer you the same respect.
That's not how this world works.
It never was.
These valiant efforts of yours are now dubbed selfish and inconsiderate by others
For not taking her feelings into account.
Because she doesn't know what true love is.
She never felt the need to have you near.
For her daughters smile to be your smile.
For your hands to cradle her head when she's sad.
To let you talk for hours without listening to a single goddamn word you're saying,
Because she's lost in the sound of your voice.

Because she doesn't know how to accept anything she isn't willing to give.

The Lonely Bard Nov 2012

In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Called The Girl Out Without Knowing Her Name,
"Hey Young Lady!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I Thought I Saw Despair In Her Amber Eyes & Must Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Called My Captain & Asked Him, "Do You See A Girl In The Raft?"
The Captain Just Smiled & Said, "Commodore You Should Get Married,"
I Looked Apprehensive To Which He Simply Replied, "There's No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Confused,
I Saw Her Standing As She Waited For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.

7 Paragraphs of a Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream

Read the entire Angel series by me, Atul Kaushal.
http://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-series/

My HP Poem #19
© Atul Kaushal

I thank you all so much for the overwhelming response that this poem has received.

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Ilion gray Jun 2014

I catch a trillion tiny
Universes in my palm,
They crash and burst
Atomies or angel's
Crossing the endless
Ever
Stardust
Rushing
Down
To escape heaven.

Mothers body was a graveyard
A temple disowned by god.

There are slashes on her
Legs and arms
The kind the devil gives
Crawling he squeezed in through
The cracked corners of her
Dreams
Where there are frozen moons
And regret lives,

I heard her speak
with the most ancient
Of ancients
The faceless one
Who gave us breath,
He whispers loud as thunder
In an unspoken language,
Her blood clings to bone
Her body still as stone,
Though her mind has left,
Lost to wander,

How intimate
And
Infinite-
her walk
With death.

Pamela Rae Nov 2015

Shhh...
if you listen carefully,
you'll hear them too--
your angels who are always near
are speaking to you.
No, don't shake your head
and refuse to hear--
I promise you this--
your angels are always near...
~~~
They hover about
hoping somehow to be
your guardian,
your conscience, your heart
that will help you to see
that LOVE is all that matters now
in this world of ours
and surely there is a way somehow
to find a path to that soul
of yours--
they merely want happiness and joy
to come flooding into you--
and if you listen carefully
they'll do what they always do...
~~~
that poem you just read
a little while ago today?
Did you hear their message then
Did you feel
what your angels had to say?
That near miss you had
while driving your car along the road--
didn't you see then it was your angels
watching over you
making sure you could indeed grow old?
Nothing really is happenstance
or coincidence, you see--
Angels are with you, always helping
always speaking
doing whatever they can to help
and to keep you free...
~~~
so shhh...
listen carefully as your day goes by--
listen when your angels speak
and don't bother
to question why
or to try to brush them off--
for each of us has our angels
who are so very unique
and who care and want the best
for us in this life we live--
all our angels ask
is that we all take the time
to genuinely give
our heart, our conscience, our loving soul--
to just open the doorway of Hope,
Care and Love

wherever we go.
shhh....
©Pamela Rae 11.07.2015

Pamela Rae Oct 2014

If Smiles Open Doors, then
do they open windows too?

...just wondering (I have a window that is stuck shut and I keep smiling at it and the damn thing still won't open...door works just fine tho... (LOL!) :D
angel dalida Jul 2015

I once asked an old man,
"What happens when people open their hearts?
Do they get hurt?"

"No,they get better," he replied.

I hope so,old man. I hope so.
Sarah Jystad Feb 2010

I refuse to risk my life for you
Until you swear to open your eyes.
Eternally forbidden
From preventing
The destruction of caverns.

7/08
Porto Dec 2014

Grow. Chest, grow.
Swallow more hearts
I’ve pumped enough syrup
Sick and sweet
Swallow all the hearts

Show a little show
Fold your walls like wings
Chambers are as chambers bare
Taste of tale
Fold your walls to wings.

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